My eyes are streaming,
Itching and sore.
My nose keeps running,
Sneezing and raw.
My brain is foggy,
Muggy and dead.
If this is summer
I'll stay in bed.
The kids are outside,
Playing in the grass.
I'm inside brooding,
Sitting on my ass.
I've had enough of summer,
It's a bloody pain.
Now all I wish for,
Is torrential rain.
A contest entry
- Summer Poem by Mortal.
900 points, ended October 9, 2008, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The fact only a few seemingly random lines rhyme in this poem discredits the whole thing. it's a nice idea, a negative perspective. The use of a curse also makes me cringe, it also comes off a tad whiny. I appreciate your effort and liked the idea however.
thank you.
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